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Suddenly, the previously cold and aloof Zhao Qing revealed a glint of ruthless determination in his eyes. The sword in his hand, emanating a chilling glow, struck like a venomous snake, lunging toward the unguarded back of Lin Ning, who stood with his back turned. The change happened so suddenly that there was no time to react. Yuan Yueming, standing nearby, was anxiously watching Lin Ning's silhouette, a sense of unease creeping into her heart. When she saw Zhao Qing's sudden movement, her face paled in shock, her eyes wide with fear as she instinctively shouted, "Brother, be careful!" Her voice echoed with endless terror and urgency, as if trying to break through the silence of the space.
At that moment, Yuan Yueming's body moved uncontrollably. Like an arrow released from its bow, she dashed forward and without hesitation used her frail body to shield Lin Ning from the deadly strike. A muffled thud sounded as Zhao Qing's poisoned sword mercilessly pierced into Yuan Yueming's body. The sharp tip emerged from her back, crimson blood gushing down the blade and splattering onto the ground, creating shocking splashes of red.
Hearing Yuan Yueming's cry, Lin Ning was startled and turned around abruptly. What met his eyes was Yuan Yueming's face, pale as paper; her body swayed like a withered leaf caught in a storm, on the verge of being scattered by cruel fate. Lin Ning's eyes widened in horror and disbelief as he instinctively rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Yuan Yueming's slender waist, as if holding onto her could pull her back from the clutches of death. His voice trembled with anguish as he shouted, "Sister, are you okay? Why did you do something so foolish?" His words echoed in the silent space, filled with endless guilt and pain.
Yuan Yueming slightly lifted her head to look at Lin Ning, forcing a faint smile that was tinged with sorrow. Her eyes were filled with tenderness and reluctance; it seemed she had countless words to say to Lin Ning but ultimately only managed to gently close her eyes as if expending all her strength.
Lin Ning watched as Yuan Yueming gradually lost her vitality in his arms; an intense rage ignited within him. This fury consumed his rationality like a wildfire. His eyes blazed with anger as he let out a roar and swung his right hand fiercely. The Sunlight Blade, which had accompanied him for many years and could cut through iron like mud, flew out like a shooting star, carrying his boundless wrath and hatred straight into Zhao Qing's heart. Zhao Qing felt a sharp pain in his chest as if an invisible giant hand had gripped him tightly. He coughed up blood that arced through the air before falling to the ground. His eyes widened in shock before rolling back; his body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
Lin Ning held tightly onto Yuan Yueming, watching her complexion darken and feeling her breath grow weaker; it felt as though his heart was being twisted by a knife. He knew that Yuan Yueming had been poisoned and that time was of the essence. At this moment, Cong Rong also reacted; panic surged within her as she rushed to Zhao Qing's corpse, desperately searching for an antidote on his body. Her hands trembled slightly from anxiety; every movement carried a hint of chaos. Just when Cong Rong was about to despair, Zhao Qing’s lifeless eyes suddenly opened again as if he had returned from death’s door. A strange light flickered in his gaze as he weakly uttered, "Girl, don’t bother searching; my sword..." His voice grew fainter as if it would vanish into thin air at any moment.
Lin Ning and Cong Rong turned their gazes toward him simultaneously, their eyes filled with hope that he would reveal the antidote’s whereabouts. "The poison is made from ten kinds of venomous insects; there is no cure in this world..." With those final words, he breathed his last! Lin Ning hurriedly pressed several vital acupoints on Yuan Yueming’s body to prevent the toxic blood from reaching her heart and lungs.
Looking at Yuan Yueming’s closed eyes and pale face shrouded in dark energy with barely perceptible breaths—her life hanging by a thread—Lin Ning felt as if his heart were being shredded apart. The piercing pain engulfed him like a tidal wave; every shred of rationality teetered on the brink of collapse. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped Yuan Yueming’s increasingly cold hand tightly; it felt like if he held on just enough, he could grasp onto her fading life force.
However, reality would not allow him to wallow in sorrow. All around them were hundreds of enemies encircling them like a black tide; faces filled with murderous intent stared back at them while eyes gleamed with greed and malice—like demons from hell. Lin Ning took a deep breath, suppressing the grief within him; he knew he could not falter now because Yuan Yueming’s life depended on him. He bent down abruptly and lifted Yuan Yueming into his arms; the familiar weight caused another pang in his heart but there was no hesitation—he resolutely charged down the mountain.
At this moment, enemies swarmed like ants blocking their descent down the mountain path. The weapons in their hands glinted coldly under the sunlight, forming an impenetrable barrier. Lin Ning held Yuan Yueming securely in one arm as if carrying the weight of the world while gripping the razor-sharp Sunlight Blade tightly in the other hand. Determination radiated from his gaze as he shouted loudly to Cong Rong not far behind him: "Rong'er! Stay close behind me; we’ll carve out a bloody path!" His voice boomed like thunder across the valley, infused with boundless strength.
With powerful strides reminiscent of a tiger leaping from its mountain lair into enemy ranks, Lin Ning plunged into the fray. The Sunlight Blade danced through the air like lightning slicing through darkness; each swing carried immense force as countless soldiers fell screaming into pools of blood beneath its edge. Blood sprayed like fountains around him—staining his clothes and soaking into the earth beneath his feet—but Lin Ning showed no signs of retreating; his gaze remained steadfastly focused ahead with only one thought: he must break through with Yuan Yueming.
The unstoppable Sunlight Blade seemed alive in Lin Ning's hands; it charged through enemy lines like an enraged beast carving out a bloody path before them. Together with Cong Rong following closely behind him, they finally reached the foot of the mountain where they spotted a stable containing several robust warhorses leisurely munching on hay. Without hesitation, Lin Ning dashed toward one horse while still cradling Yuan Yueming and leaped onto its back. Cong Rong followed suit gracefully onto another horse.
The two steeds sensed their urgency and let out loud neighs before galloping northward at full speed. The sound of hooves beat rapidly against the ground echoing across the open fields while wind whipped past Lin Ning’s ears tangling his hair but he paid no mind to it. He held onto Yuan Yueming tightly feeling her faint breaths fill him with worry.
As they raced forward on horseback, Cong Rong shouted over the rush of wind: "Leader! Where are we headed?"
Lin Ning replied loudly: "We’re returning to Changbai Mountain to seek out Master Siji! Siji is renowned for his medical skills—he is likely our only hope for saving Sister Yuan!" His voice brimmed with hope and determination; it felt certain that finding Siji would lead them to salvation for Yuan Yueming.
The two horses galloped faster under their urging until they vanished beyond the horizon while behind them lay blood-soaked earth—a testament to the harrowing battle just fought.
The powerful steeds raced across vast lands like arrows released from bows kicking up clouds of dust beneath their hooves. At this moment, both Lin Ning and Cong Rong were anxious beyond measure; they needed to reach Changbai Mountain swiftly to secure precious time for Yuan Yueming’s treatment without any delay or slackening pace.
Night fell upon them—a tapestry of stars blanketing the sky while moonlight spilled over everything like water upon land—but neither Lin Ning nor Cong Rong had any thought for enjoying such beauty tonight. They dared not stop at an inn for rest but pressed onward beneath stars toward Changbai Mountain.
The howling winds echoed around them resembling death itself urging them onward while their steeds sensed their urgency pushing themselves beyond limits until exhaustion took hold causing them to collapse foaming at their mouths—eyes glazed over with fatigue and helplessness.
Lin Ning and Cong Rong looked at their weary horses knowing they had done all they could do but now faced necessity—they had no choice but to purchase new mounts at a nearby town before continuing northward again after selecting two robust steeds feeding them ample fodder and water before embarking once more on their journey.
After riding day and night they finally arrived at Changbai Mountain’s base where towering peaks loomed above resembling dragons lying across earth—the summit cloaked in pristine white snow glistening under sunlight’s glare.
Lin Ning wasted no time purchasing several fine wild ginseng roots from local farmers—roots thick and plump indicating age-old treasures among herbal remedies—cautiously cleaning one root before preparing soup using a small pot he carried along feeding spoonfuls carefully into Yuan Yueming’s mouth.
Gradually color returned to Yuan Yueming’s pale face though she remained unconscious still—her condition slightly improving yet still unresponsive.
Seeing their desperate attempts stirred compassion within farmers who offered dry rations along with finely crafted bows—grateful for such kindness Lin Ning thanked them profusely before gently lifting Yuan Yueming onto his back moving forward cautiously deeper into Changbai Mountain while Cong Rong followed closely behind exuding determination mixed with worry.
For two days they traversed snow-covered mountains surrounded only by endless stretches of white peaks accompanied by howling winds devoid of any human presence—the snow reached their ankles making every step laborious while Cong Rong’s legs grew weary filled with fatigue causing discouragement within her spirit.
She gently tugged at Lin Ning’s sleeve saying: “Brother! We’re wandering aimlessly here without knowing when we might find Siji! This Changbai Mountain is vast—it feels akin to searching for a needle in haystack! If we stray off course we may lose Sister Yuan before we even find Siji! Our supplies are dwindling too—we’ll end up trapped here!”
Her voice trembled revealing concern etched upon her features filled with helplessness.
Lin Ning understood all too well—the Changbai Mountain loomed above them like slumbering beasts hiding dangers everywhere lurking just beneath surface waiting patiently for unsuspecting prey—the avalanches could erupt unexpectedly resembling hidden assassins readying themselves for an overwhelming assault burying everything beneath layers upon layers of snow!
The biting cold felt akin to ice blades mercilessly slicing through skin making each breath feel frosty against lungs while navigating this vast snowy sea felt akin getting lost within labyrinthine maze where every step brought closer proximity towards death!
Food shortages weighed heavily upon them resembling invisible mountains pressing down suffocatingly causing hunger pangs gnawing incessantly consuming willpower relentlessly!
These challenges loomed large before Lin Ning Cong Rong along with Yuan Yueming presenting dire predicaments requiring urgent solutions!
However fueled by desire save Yuan Yueming—a fiery determination ignited within Lin Ning refusing succumb despair even amidst bleakest circumstances believing against odds they’d find way forward!
Yuan Yueming remained dear little sister—they’d fought side by side weathered countless storms together forging bonds deeper than mere friendship! Moreover she’d risked everything sacrificing herself saving him thus leaving him no choice but fight fiercely against fate!
In this moment Lin Ning softly reassured Cong Rong speaking low yet resolute: “Rong'er! Don’t fear! Even if ahead lies treacherous paths filled danger—we must press onward! Life often presents uncertainties perhaps our glimmer hope awaits just when we’re about give up! As long we persist surely we’ll discover means rescue Yue Ming!”
Cong Rong nodded slightly after hearing those words determination flickering within her gaze anew!
As evening descended temperatures plummeted sharply plunging them into icy abyss resembling giant freezer! Howling northern winds roared forth akin furious beasts growling threateningly swirling snowflakes forming white dragons rampaging across skies!
Lin Ning realized necessity finding shelter against piercing cold quickly drew forth black gold dagger—a treasured blade shimmering mysteriously sharp beyond measure!
He dug tirelessly into snow despite fingers turning red from frostbite refusing relent until finally carving out snow cave providing refuge warmth against frigid air!
Once completed fire ignited illuminating cave casting flickering warmth dispelling some chill three exhausted souls gradually succumbed sleep enveloping them gently…
In dead of night however Lin Ning jolted awake feeling icy grip surrounding him! Blinking groggily opened eyes discovering fire extinguished leaving only faint embers glowing dimly…
Quickly turning towards Yuan Yueming saw she remained pallid lifeless without color drifting deeper unconsciousness sending pangs worry coursing through heart!
Glancing over at Cong Rong found brows furrowed tightly curled up resembling frightened creature attempting ward off cold…
Feeling empathy surge within knowing each endured immense suffering amidst these harsh conditions—Lin Ning gritted teeth determined push through adversity!
Resolutely emerging outside snow cave prepared gather firewood once more—world outside blanketed silver moonlight reflecting cool glow upon snowy expanse!
Chilled winds sliced against skin painfully reminding him urgency finding enough fuel reignite flames warming bodies hearts alike!
In silence amidst tranquil night shadows cast upon landscape stood solitary figure embodying unwavering resolve believing firmly they’d overcome trials ahead…
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